Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was change my style?
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
another rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is
I'm tearin' up like never before

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold cash money and Too $hort
Oakland, California that's I'm from
The city where the say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and vogues really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, are you doin' in the White House
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

What is life? is Too $hort
I the bitches like it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just y'all
Like Dr. J played

You can call me Too, don't say it
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm you bitch it's true

So death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna till next week?
I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my

I really can't say, 'cause I know why
People out here droppin' dead like
I used to see a boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

Cold as hell, the town I'm
last too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my when I want my freak

You can't deny it, you know I'm
I turn any out when I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
Till he I'm the best at the MC rap

he knows Too $hort, set the track
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit game on the mic
he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I call him
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and push you
Good luck couldn't find you in a leaf clover

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in face when you're lickin' that tooth
make a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out ass Simple Simon

I never understood one word you
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
only one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

I'm the player of players, call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I don't
I just don't mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, your just cut
Sucker MC tell you what
Your are weak, your rap the same
And when it to game, you are lame

Never heard of Too $hort baby
Hit in 1980
mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' MC's don't waste my time

There's a girl I know her is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it
She's so she'll juice you up
All the home just can't get enough

a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I say white girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl that your knees go crack

Feel the beat, rock me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll play that song
To the beat all day and all long

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
rock this beat for you once again

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for
tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was and raised in the Golden State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more
Big bank, now just me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard this say, "That's the shit"
He the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort damn sure ain't fake

But the sucker MC's are screamin'
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, your mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you mother's a

So I keep on rappin', if else
your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're
I send a with a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
Like a 357 pointed at dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So again with cusswords

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And you punk 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, don't quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
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